Page 32 of Unexpected Bratva Baby

She looks up, her smile fading as she sees my expression. “What’s wrong?”

I exhale raggedly. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you on the trip to Scotland, at least not right away.”

Her face falls. “What? Why not?”

“An urgent business matter has come up,” I say, hating the lie even as it leaves my lips. “I need to stay in Miami to deal with it.”

Phoebe’s shoulders slump. “Can’t it wait? Our trip…”

I shake my head, moving closer to take her hands in mine. “I wish it could, but it’s too important. I’m so sorry.”

She looks down at our joined hands, her voice small when she speaks. “Should I stay too? We could reschedule the trip.”

“No,” I say firmly. “You should go. Enjoy Scotland, take those cooking classes, and visit the castles. I’ll join you as soon when I can.”

Phoebe looks up at me, searching my face. “You’re sure?”

I nod, forcing a smile. “Absolutely, and I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get there.”

She sighs but nods. “Okay, but you better not miss the whole trip.”

I pull her into my arms, breathing in her unique scent. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As I hold her, I’m already planning. I need to arrange security for her in Scotland—someone to keep an eye on her without her knowledge. She wouldn’t have thought twice about me having security, but I already know she’d refuse if I offer it, not understanding the need. No, I’ll have to be discreet. Nastya would be perfect for the job. She can play the role of a fellow tourist, befriending Phoebe while keeping her safe.

I make the arrangements discreetly, ensuring Phoebe will be protected every step of her journey. Nastya will be the lead, and I’ll send a team of my most trusted people to act as her covert security detail, blending into the background of her Scottish adventure.

The night before her departure,Phoebe buzzes around my apartment, double-checking her luggage and rattling off facts about Scottish history. Despite her disappointment at my delayed arrival, her excitement shines through.

“Did you know the Palace of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh is the Queen’s official residence in Scotland?” she asks brightly. “We’re going to tour it.”

I smile, enjoying her enthusiasm. “I’m looking forward to seeing it with you.”

Watching her, my resolve strengthens. I’ll eliminate the threat Valdés poses, no matter what it takes. Phoebe deserves a life free from danger and secrecy, and I’m determined to give her that.

“Mishka,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

I blink at the nickname. “Where did you learn that?”

She grins. “I did some research and learned Mishka is the derivative of Mikhail that your closest friends and family would use.” She frowns. “Is that okay?”

I nod, trying to push down a sudden lump of moisture in my throat. “Da. Very okay. My mother used to call me that. She died a few years ago, and I’ve missed hearing it.” I pull her closer. “It sounds like music coming from your lips.”

“Good, but don’t think I’m going to be sidetracked. Is something on your mind?”

I shake my head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking about how much I’ll miss you.”

She comes to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I’ll miss you too. Promise you’ll join me soon?”

I kiss her forehead, my voice low and fervent. “I promise. Nothing will keep me away for long.”

I hold her close, planning to do whatever it takes to keep that promise. Valdés and his threats will be dealt with, and then I’ll join Phoebe in Scotland. After that, maybe we can finally start building a future together without all the dangers threatening her now. I should give her up for her safety, but since I can’t, the next best thing is to make my life as safe for her as possible.

12

Phoebe

The ancient stones of Edinburgh Castle are before me, their weathered surfaces steeped in centuries of Scottish history. My camera clicks rapidly as I try to capture every intricate detail, from the worn carvings to the moss-covered crevices. The sharp autumn air nips at my cheeks, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant chimney smoke.

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